My Accordion is shiningIn the light of the moon from the skyAnd I sit here alone and drinkingWith the windows and doors open wideMy hand got tired an hour agoAnd the words on each sheetTurned blank whiteNo, there's no room in the this houseFor your company, dearMaybe tomorrowYou can come inside

The preacher's turned to dictation'cause the lord has got letters to sendThere's nothing for me to believe in, either,I've just gone to trying to pretend

And the rain is falling slowlyLike faltering drums outsideAnd the weathermen are confusedBecause they can never read the skySomeday we may even be friends againAnd I hope just that thought is enoughYou're a weathered old princeAnd the state I'm in hopefully won't hurtOur one night together that much

Moon, shine, you're a lampshadeFor the drunken old bats and their eveningShine on, you'll forgive meFor missing your last requiem

I'm all alone this eveningAs I'm along almost every dayAnd It's these sad-sack times that I miss them allBut if they were here I'd wish them awayIf they'd send me a vase of flowersOr better yet those aborted hoursDrunken hours of endless time left to dieIn everyone's memory but mine